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Disclaimer: This is the beginning of an original story that requires a mature audience. And when I say "mature" I don't mean you can handle topics of sex like butt fucking. I mean mature as in able to handle objective ideals that may or may not be your own. The story will satire of many things on the internet like furries and other groups, and a satire of what goes on in our society. You will also hear words like that some people might find offensive, such as "faggot." If you can't handle such speech then....sorry.

Chris just finished moving into his new home, he did not really have friends in his old place anyway. He was always kind of a loner even though he visually fit into the crowd well. He is a feline anthromorph, or "Gaian" as all anthromorphs collectively refer to their species as. He was short, about 1.7 meters (5.5feet) tall, and had blue fur and blue hair that was short and had a bit of a bed head look. The blue fur gene was really generous with him. You may ask yourself "Cats are not blue!" Well with Gaians being created from humans by a rouge demigod, they are bound to be a little different. Anyway he was very petite and feminine, a "femboi" as his culture called him. He always thought that was silly, he did not set out to become so feminine, he was just like that by nature. And being a homosexual in a town full of homosexuals and where sexuality was prized over all, it was not easy to be...comfortable. But he has far more worries now. After the taxes of his home town failed to pay their tribute to the Feminist Faction, all the males in his town had to be exported. Luckily he got relocated in a vacation town in the south, which was fairly close to the beach. Surely there are jobs galore!

Chris walked up to a simple store called Whoreister, they sold clothing and he could easily be a cahier. He was good at math, handling money should be easy. However the uniform he had to wear was...not for him, and he likes to wear cut jean shorty shorts, but still the uniform was way too...well not for him. He tried to be a server at diners but with no experience he was turned down. The only other store he could find that was hiring was a surf shop...but he knew nothing of surfing so he was turned down yet again. Frustrated he put on his favorite cut jeans and a slim shirt and grabbed his book and beach chair and headed to some warm sands.

On the beach it was nice and warm with the sound of waves and the sand was as fine as baby powder. It would have been nice if there were not people making out everywhere. Seriously the sound of face eating drowned out the tiny waves. Then he heard someone yell "Hunk boys vs Butch girls!" right before a volleyball game was starting. The sounds of face eating then turned to the sounds of cheers as boyfriends cheered on their boyfriends and girlfriends cheered on their girlfriends. Chris picked up his chair and walked further down the beach until it got quiet. There were even other people reading books over here. Satisfied on the location he sat down and began reading his romance novel The King and his Jester, this is what Christ liked, good storytelling and an actual plot that has a begging middle and end! Not the garbage smut that is glorified on the media.

Unfortunately for him another noise was going to disrupt his reading.

CRACK CREEK SLAM!

A tree fell down behind him! He almost shit himself it was so out of the blue! Being the curious cat he is he had to investigate it. As he approached the tree a tall figure with a huge axe stood next to a fallen tree.

Chris: A Robot?

The humanoid machine made a electric grunt and said

Robot: Sorry if I disturbed you but what I am doing is what it best for the environment. Not like you furballs are going to do anything productive.

The robot was tall, about 2 meters (6.5 feet), and had screen shape of a shield on its face. It had a digital crosshair in the center of the screen, it almost looked like a giant plus sign with one "eye" in the middle of the +. For a mouth it had a black material that looked like a microphone with a metal welded around the "mouth" and "jaw" as if it was put there to resemble a close shave beard. But overall the head still looked liked it resembled a human head. His body was sleek and light gray with blue and green lights shining at his joints and what looked like outlines for compartments. Its only piece of attire was a dark green cape that looked like it had pockets all over it.

Chris: Good? How does cutting down trees benefit the environment?

Robot: Hurmf! You question me furball? You do know I own this island, I merely let your kind live here. Don't worry, I still charge your taxes cheaper then the Feminist Tribute. And if I want to cut down trees I will!

Chris: So...are you doing this because you hate trees? Or are you serious about this being good for the environment?

The robot was very puzzled and surprised with Chris's curiosity.

Robot: Hmmm...you seem genuine. These trees are not native here, they are an evasive species. They breed amazingly fast and their roots can't penetrate the limestone underneath our feet, so they fall over easy in a storm and their flattened root systems make a wall that sea turtles can't pass, stopping them from laying their eggs.

Chris: Wow! This is so noble of you! Um...why does a robot care for the enviorment?

The robot responded quickly and sternly

Robot: I was human once you know! Flesh and blood! Not so different from you furballs! Until your false goddess came and decided to "remake" our species. Yet, she hated us...my kind overall.

Chris: Humans?

Robot: Not precisely, she wanted to "help" other humans by transforming them and making most of them gay...but my kind...she wanted to end...she hated straight white males.

Chris: White?

Robot: Back then humans came in shades of tan to black, "white" people were just very light tan. By a biological standpoint color ment very little. "White" humans were labeled an "oppressor" by Gaia. Apparently all the good we have done did not outweigh the bad...so she created a plague that killed us, one by one. We tried to bolster our defensives, but the disease kept evolving past them. Our last resort was to transfer our minds digitally into a robot. Just like the one you see before you. Luckily by this time Gaia presumed us dead, and went into her deep slumber once more. Then we emerged as a race of machines, what we call "Solbots." I am Doctor Vraalson, Ecologist, Biologist, Geneticist, Geologist, and Chemist.

Chris: Wow that's a lot to soak in! In school we were taught that robots were "remnants of the past that should be avoided."

Vraalson: Your school was not completely wrong.

Chris: You have tons of PHDs!

Vraalson: Well let's just say I used the past 300 years of mechanical immortality to good use. I was an ecologist even before I became a machine.

Chris: Well...I'm looking for work...and umm...I always did like science...

Vraalson made a metallic laugh

Vraalson: Answer this question and I will hire you as an assistant. What is eutrophication?

Chris: Ummm...uhhh...its like when...there is too much nutrients in the water and uh a bunch a plankton blooms and then is eaten by zooplankton and uh...the zooplankton use up all the oxygen and everything dies.

Vraalson was stunned!

Vraalson: Incredible...it's been 124 years since the last Gaian got that right...or close enough. (He strokes his metal chin) Alright I am a machine of my word, you are hired! I guess your school system is not as bad as I expected!

Chris: Yeah it's great! I was the only one to pass my Environmental studies class with a B! Everyone else got C's or failed.

Vraalson: Ok you first task is to pull out saplings of this tree, you got to stop them when they are young. (He holds up a leaf) It's the only tree with this leaf. Just give them a good yank, the sand wont hold them that good, even a little guy like you can do it.

Vraalson then picked up the tree he cut down and dragged it to the water with beachgoers quickly getting out of the way. He then threw it in the water and walked back up the beach.

Vraalson: When they are dying they release seeds in defense, the salt water puts a stop to that. (He pokes Chris in his tummy with two fingers) I expect good things from you...Mr...

Chris: Chris Floof! Just call me Chris.

Vraalson: Floof?! Yeah Chris will work. Speaking of work get to it!

Chris scurried off excited like he was on a mission to save the island!

Vraalson: Don't worry about throwing saplings in the sea they cant grow seeds yet! (Vraalson shouts)

One by one Chris plucked the saplings from the ground as more of the adult trees fell to Vraalson's axe. Up and down the beach he pulled saplings, they were as easy to uproot as Vraalson said. He eventually found himself back near the volleyball match; he ignored the game as he kept doing his part for the environment. Vraalson was making progress too and was not far behind Chris.

Tony: BOO-YEAH

The Alpha Hunk shouted as he spikes the winning point

Tony: Ha-ha! You lose again dikes!

Angry lesbians: Fuck off asshole! Faggot! D-bag! Dumb Wolf!

Tony: Dante where are you? I need some ass after such a victory!...Dante?

Dante saw Chris in the brush pulling up mad trees and walked up to him.

Dante: What are you doing dork?

Dante was such a femboi that you would mistake him for a female if it was not for his lack of breasts. He was also a feline Gaian but resembled a cheetah and he had pink and orange spotted fur and had long red hair

Chris: I'm saving the environment!

Tony: (Walking over) Heyyyyy Dante who's your friend?

Tony was a "Hunk" think gay but super buff and masculine, he was a wolf Gaian with brown and white fur, and was the self proclaimed "Alpha Hunk"

Dante: Some dweeb pulling up plants.

Tony: C'mon he's cute, hey blue boy! Wana join us for the after match celebration if you know what I mean?

Chris: ....No you're not my type, plus I don't know you.

Vraalson: (Now approaching) You know these furballs, Chris?

Tony: NOT YOUR TYPE?! What are you fucking the robot?!

Vraalson: I am asexual both biologically and by orientation. I used to be straight when I was of flesh however.

Tony: (ignoring Vraalson) No man can resist me! I'M THE ALPHA!

Chris: This guy wants to have sex with me and I just met him...

Vraalson: Why am I not surprised that's the only thing on this thing's mind.

In a fit of anger Tony throws a punch at Chris, but Vraalson intercepts and catches Tony's fist in his mechanical hand and begins squeezing. Tony starts tearing up and wailing in pain....as Dante laughs at him.

Vraalson: If I apply 12 more newtons I will break your hand, do you want me to continue [Yes] [No]

Tony: (Wailing) NONONONO!

Vraalson lets go and Tony falls backward as he feels blood pulse back into his hand. He jumps back up and grabs Dante.

Tony: No one can resist me faggot! I will get you in my bed one day! YOU HEAR ME!

Vraalson holds up his axe and then slams it into the ground which scares off Tony with a "YIP"

Vraalson: That's enough fun for one day. Grab your stuff and put it in my truck. I'll take you to my lab and show you around and pay you. You have many chores ahead of you young man.

Chris: (As they are walking back to his stuff) Ummm....Dr. Vraalson...what do you think of my species?

Vraalson: I'll be blunt; I think you are all a bunch of perverted fools. Back in my day, gay folk went through a lot of shit, by 2030 when the Baby Boomers died off or became too old to hold power, gay people were finally accepted in society, culture, law, and even religion. And then years later Gaia happened and the rest is history. Now you are a fucking parody of what people thought gay people were in the late 90s.

Chris: (Holding the tip of his tail as he thumbs it) I think it's awful what we do to straight people. Work them like that...

Vraalson: The oppressed have become the oppressor right after you taste equality. The irony. But remember you don't have to be like them trust me just because assholes of your species do horrible things that does not mean you are like that. Be the example of what is good.

Chris: (Grabs Vraalson's hand) I'm going to show you that Gaians can be smart! I'm going to be the best lab assistant ever! I will make you gain faith back in my people!

Vraalson: (patting Chris on the head) I hope you are right.